THE MERCED STAR Thursday Jan 3, 1889

DIED.

PHILLIPS - In Merced, at 5 minuets past 12 o'clock on the morning of December 30th 1888, after an illness of twelve days, Mrs. Amelia Phillips, a native of England, aged 68 years, 6 months and 5 days.

Deceased was a pioneer resident of three States, having settled first in Wisconsin, moving thence to Illinois which latter State she left in the Fall of 1851, and after the long and dangerous sea voyage of early days arrived in San Francisco on the 12th day of January, 1852. After a few month's residence in the Bay city she removed with her family to Sacramento where she lived until January, 1855, when another removal was made to Mariposa where she made her home for twenty years until 1875 the shifting sands of time brought her and all of her family that remained together, to Merced.

She was the mother of ten children, of whom eight survive her - Matthew Harris of San Francisco, John F. Harris at Oakland Pier, James A. Harris of Hildreth, Fresno county, Thomas and Charles Harris of The Star, and Miss Emma Harris, Miss Vinnie Phillips and Fred H. Phillips of Merced.

When her illness, which at first appeared trifling, first assumed a languorous phase her children were speedily summoned to her bedside, and a skillful physician was brought from San Francisco. But all that loving hearts could suggest, or skillful hands perform was of no avail.

The King had sent his messenger with the summons that may not be disobeyed, and her gentle spirit passed from the tender arms of loved and loving ones who would have detained her, to the embraces of other loved ones who had gone before.

The burial services were held on Monday afternoon at the First Presbyterian Church, Rev. G.W. Lyons officiating.
Her family was not the only mourners, for the church was filled with kind and sympathizing friends, and as the sacred anthem filled the church with a greater solemnity and the words of consolation and of promise fell from the lips of the officiating clergyman, many tears were quietly shed over the mortal remains of her who had been the kindest friend and neighbor in the honor of need and the time of affliction.

Beautiful floral offerings, tributes of affection from sorrowing friends, covered the casket. A large concourse followed the remains to the place of interment in Masonic cemetery.

Of her it may surely be said, that she is one of the Blessed of whom it is written that
"they shall rest from their labors, and their works do follow them." Within the family, throughout the neighborhood, in the whole circle of friends and acquaintances, wherever fate or the exigencies of life called her she was the friend, the sympathizer, the counselor, the consoler.
" A perfect woman nobly planned." GENTLE MOTHER, REST IN PEACE.

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San Joaquin Valley Argus, Merced, CA.....Jan 5, 1889

Gone to Her Perfect Rest.

Mrs. Amelia Phillips, the subject of the obituary, passed from earth life at 12 o'clock Saturday night, December 30, 1888. In the silent midnight, when darkness o'er shadowed the earth, her spirit passed into the glorious light of the home of saints, who with fingers upon golden harps, sang the sweet songs of welcome, while the angels cried out in joyful tones " Welcome! welcome! Good, faithful and true of heart; welcome to our home of peace and love and rest."

Mrs. Phillips was the mother of John Thomas, Mathew, Charles and Emily Harris and Vinnie and Fred Phillips.
She was a faithful and devoted mother, a pleasant, gentle friend, a kind and obliging neighbor and a true christian.
kindness and charity of heart was mirrored on her saint like face, and told as plainly as words of the peace within which passeth understanding.
She had endured all the hardships and inconveniences consequent upon a pioneer mountain life with heroic strength of mind and lastly, Mrs. Phillips was richly endowed with mother love, which was lovingly appreciated by her children, who clung to her even in their mature years as they had in their helpless childhood, and the parting was a bitter, bitter one to these who are left to feel the loneliness of home without a mother; but nature, in her wisdom, has prepared a panacea for these bitter woes and sorrows.
Time will heal the wound, but sweet memories will mingle with bright hopes, and the sorrows of parting will be sweetened by fondly looking forward to the glorious meeting with mother.

We were not intimately acquainted with the deceased lady, but we have heard of her kind deeds, and we can never forget her pleasant smile and kindly voice.
Such woman are missed by society, and many were the sad hearts and tearful eyes that followed the remains to their final resting place in the Masonic cemetery.

The funeral services were held in the First Presbyterian Church which was crowded on this sad occasion.
The last rites were performed by the Re. G.W. Lyon, who spoke in a most consoling manner in a few brief words. The hymn " Nearer My God to Thee," and several others, brought Heaven and the Angels nearer to earth and made the hearts of all true believers feel that it was not so very sad to leave the earth life.
As we gazed upon the sweet, still face of the dead we felt that it would be good if all could go as well prepared.


Transcribed by: Alma Stone